A Dinner for Three.

The very next day Scott came to me during lunch break while I was playing basketball with the others in my class.

"Dean! Can we talk for a minute?" he asked me, and I carelessly threw the ball away when Nightcrawler materialized right in the air and grabbed it.

"Sure!" I said in a good mood and a little out of breath. As we stood on the edge he looked at me and seemed a little skeptical.

"My wife asked me that you feel bad about your father."

"Oh? Did she?" I asked a little confused because I had no idea what she meant.

"Yes... and she's worried about you. I must confess, I'm a little confused as to why she's so concerned about you." He said, folding his arms. The way he stood in front of me right now, he was scary. He was probably skeptical and suspected that his wife was behaving abnormally. After all, they were married, and he probably knew her better than anyone else. He had certainly noticed the strange behavior.

"Mr. Summers... I don't... understand what you mean. Did Miss Grey complain about anything?"

"No, Dean, she hasn't. That's not why I'm here." He said, and even though his eyes couldn't be seen through the glasses, his eyebrows were pensive and pulled down. It was clear he was trying to figure me out.

"Would you please tell me what this is all about?" I asked, and he nodded slowly.

"My wife wants you to come for dinner with us." He said directly and then pressed his finger against my chest, "I'll tell you the same thing I told Logan! Don't bother my wife, or else we' all get to know each other!"

"Absolutely clear! Please believe me! I don't want to get between you." I said and put on a big grin when I saw his reaction.

"Of course, you don't mean to do that, Dean. It was just a joke!" he smiled friendlier. "But that's a strange behavior of Jean's." he said thoughtfully, and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Oh, you were joking? Come now, Mr. Summers. If it means that much to Miss Grey, I think we should both do her the favor. Yes?"

"All right. But don't let it give you any ideas. That doesn't mean you're special, you know? We don't favor one student over another here!"

As soon as he left, I smiled.

" Well, don't worry... Your wife will soon prefer me over YOU," I thought and returned to the court and continued playing. The questions about what Scott wanted from me I dodged in vain and only made jokes about it.

But when it got dark I went to Scott and Jean's room in the best of moods. After I knocked Scott invited me in and Jean was just about to finish setting the table.

"Ah! There you are! Right on time! A good sign! Dinner will probably be ready soon. Scott cooked it!" she smiled, and I looked at Scott in amazement.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen a man who can cook?"

"Um..." I could only say, and Jean laughed.

"Believe me, you're much better off with him in the kitchen than when I did that."

"That's true, though. Her cooking could even kill Wolverine," Scott said and a plate flew at his head.

"Oh, I'm sorry, darling! I must not have been paying attention," she said, and all the knives and forks were hanging in the air, pointing at Scott. "Did you say something?" she asked and smiled an almost diabolic smile and Scott raised his hands defensively.

"Who? Me? Never darling" he said with a smile and Jean grinned broadly as the cutlery slowly flew back to the table and was slowly put down. I, on the other hand, just stood there and was amazed at this demonstration of power. It looked so cool how ridiculously easy it looked for her.

"Come on Dean! Make yourself useful" said Scott and I grinned.

"Would you do that for Scott?" I asked him politely and he shrugged.

"You know what? I think I'd rather do it myself! After all, you are Jean's student. That can't be good!" he said and went towards the kitchen. Jean crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"What's that supposed to mean Mr. Summers!" she said snippily. Smiling, I went to Jean who looked behind him muttering. As soon as the door was closed I pulled her to me and kissed her greedily. As before, I felt no resistance from her. To my surprise she took my hand and pulled it to her breast.

Without hesitation I started to knead her voluminous chest and gave her a wink and put a finger on my lips to keep quiet. She also winked at me and even stretched her breast towards me. Following the request, I grabbed even tighter and Jean closed her eyes and stretched her head to the ceiling. I saw clearly that she had to pull herself together not to scream. But that was almost a challenge for me. I moved behind her as fast as I could and grabbed both breasts from behind. While I felt her incredible tits in my hands I could smell the sensual perfume of Jean. She even put her hands on mine and I could hardly get enough of kneading those beautiful breasts. But then I let her go and stepped away from her. When she turned to me I could see a certain regret in her eyes. But before she could say anything, Scott came back into the room.

"So, dinner is ready," he said and turned to us with a bowl in his hand. A little confused he looked at Jean who stood in front of me breathing heavily. She smiled at him and went to her chair and sat down. Scott grinned and wanted to sit next to her when I said grinning.

"Scott, be so kind and let me sit next to your wife!"

Jean raised an eyebrow and said admonishingly. "Dean!"

"No, honey, don't. After all, you invited him, so he can sit next to you," Scott said and sat down opposite her. As I sat down Jean looked at me sternly.

"Why, Miss Grey! Please allow me to practice a little with my powers! It would be so cool of you both if you would allow me to do that."

Jean and Scott looked at each other uncertainly and then Scott shrugged. "Could you undo it, darling?"

"I'm not so sure, Scott." She said doubtingly as I leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"Please let me test it! I'd love to knead your tits in front of him! That would be THE opportunity!"

She smiled at me and rolled her eyes. "You know what Scott! I'm pretty sure it's safe! But I'm pretty sure that Dean won't do anything stupid! He just wants to practice, and I can't wait to see the results! He's getting better and better," she said, and Scott nodded.

"Well then give me your best shot Dean! But I should warn you. Jean taught me pretty well!"

"I'm sure he did. But before we get started. Would you be okay if I kissed your wife first?" I smiled, and he shrugged his shoulders.

"Sure, Dean. Go ahead. I don't mind, but don't expect me to pick you up when she slaps you," he grinned, and I turned to Jean and pulled her towards me.

While I looked at Scott we started to kiss greedily and hot. Scott's eyes widened when he saw this and he jumped up.

"JEAN!" he yelled at her and I parted from her lips.

"Scott! Be so good and let me enjoy this kiss, will you? So be quiet and let's enjoy the kiss," I said briefly and pressed my lips back onto Jean's. Bent over the table she had grabbed my neck and kissed me hot and passionate. While we kissed each other lustfully and longingly, Scott just sat there and watched somewhat annoyed and tapped his fingers on the table. He seemed to wait until we were done and when I licked her lips one last time we sat down again.

"Really Jean? I really didn't expect that! What was that all about?" he asked a bit irritated and I grinned at him.

"Oh Scott! That's alright. I think it would be cool if you would confess to your wife that you liked the way we kiss!

Scott looked at me angrily and clenched his fist. For a moment I really thought I had gone too far when he relaxed.

"Heavens... is that necessary?" he asked still a bit angry and Jean leaned forward and put on a questioning look.

"Come on Scott! Be honest," she said amusedly, and Scott sighed and hung his head.

"Yeah yeah, yeah... Heavens... OK! Yes! I liked the way you kissed each other! Well satisfied?"

"No Scott!" I smiled and looked at Jean. "I'd like to hear you get a thrill out of me and your wife kissing!"

"Dean... isn't this going a little too far?" Jean asked as I approached her head.

"Jean! Kiss me," I said and as we kissed greedier, I glanced briefly at Scott. His eyes were fixed on our lips and he didn't even dare to blink. For a moment I separated myself from Jean who looked at me breathing hot.

"Heaven! Have I ever told you how hot it looks when you kiss him Jean!" he said, and Jean looked at him worried.

"Scott..." she breathed, and I immediately kissed her again demanding and pulled her to me. She could not resist because I grabbed her tightly and **** this kiss on her. Her resistance melted away and after a few seconds I moved a few millimeters away from her mouth and moaned.

"Jean... please... stop worrying! Scott gets so turned on! Just enjoy it!"

She turned away from me and looked at Scott and asked, breathing heavily.

"So, you really like it when I kiss Dean?"

"Oh, yeah, honey. It looks really cool!"

With this answer she stood up and surprised me by pulling the chair from the table and sitting on my lap with her legs apart. Now I was the one who looked stunned as she pressed herself against me and our tongues became one. She wrapped her arms around me and I did the same. As we kissed I could feel her big tits pressing against my chest and I didn't notice Scott looking at us lustfully and breathing heavily. All I noticed was this hot woman sitting on my dick and giving me the hottest kiss of my life while her husband watched us and got excited about it.

"Mhm ... I could get used to that!" she smiled after the kiss and grinned at me as she whispered in my ear. "You like it just as much as your husband! I can feel it clearly!"

"And Scott? Did you like it?" she asked to him and he nodded lasciviously and asked.

"We should finally eat, or I have to go out with my wife soon!"

Jean was about to agree with a smile, which didn't suit me at all when I spoke to her.

"Oh... Before we start, Miss Grey and I must first go into the kitchen for a moment! In the meantime, be a good fellow and imagine us kissing a bit more," I said, pointing to Jean to get up and follow me. As soon as we were in the kitchen she looked at me in surprise.

"What are you up to, Dean?"

Instead of answering her I turned her around and she cried out in shock as I did. Then I grabbed her hot tits again and kissed her lasciviously. She had turned her head towards me and stuck her tongue out to me.

"Is everything okay, honey?" Scott called to us and she answered.

"Of course, darling! Dean just can't get enough of my kisses! Go ahead and start... I'll kiss him a little more! „she called back, and I grinned as I squeezed her tits.

"And you can't get enough of it either, can you? Our little dirty secret! “

"Mhmm... how right you are! But it has its charm when he watches! Don't you think so!"

"Jean... I can't stop thinking about how you slept with him!" I grinned and slowly opened her blouse.

"You mean when you bastard didn't stay in your corner! Your naughty boy just played with my breasts and kissed me while I had sex with my husband! “

"Right... Would you bend over, please?"

"I'd love to, Dean!" she said and bent over. When she asked if it was enough I told her to bend over completely and spread her legs.

When she finally did that I could admire her perfect ass. She had bent over and stretched out her horny ass and looked over my shoulder.

"Watch out that your eyes don't fall out!" she grinned, and I swallowed hard.

"Jean?"

"Yes, what's wrong Dean?" she asked excitedly.

"Please take off your panties!" I moaned and almost felt my cock explode.

"It's not possible!" she said mischievously.

"why?"

" Because I'm not wearing any!"